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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Additional Tags:
      Light_Bondage, Jungkook_is_16, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Absolutely_no_logical_explanation_for_timetravel_present
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-14 Words: 4644
****** Prepare for trouble; make it double ******
by technoids
Summary
     Taehyung and Jungkook's relationship is about to change for good but
     there's nothing quite like a blast from the past to speed things up.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Taehyung can still hear the roar of the crowd in his ears long after they’ve
come off-stage to collect their bonsang. It’s been an hour since their win and
the effort of having to be attentive and peppy at every moment is taking its
toll. Playing nice is easier than having the netizens on his case for being
disrespectful in any case. His shirt is starting to feel too tight all of a
sudden and he’s glad that the ceremony will be drawing to a close within the
next half an hour. They’ve been running on about 3 hours sleep over the past
two days and Taehyung’s bed is calling.
“You did it you little fucker.” He starts a little at the profanity before
gratefully realising it had been whispered, instead of clearly audible.
Baekhyun is grinning at him when he turns, entwining their fingers and drawing
him into a half hug with his other arm.
“I’d call you a little fucker as well but the daesang for a third year in a
row?” He grins even wider now almost like the Cheshire cat come to life.
Taehyung is about to whisper something vulgar into Baekhyun’s ear when the
sight of Suho walking towards them catches his eye. Preferring not to have Suho
overhear Taehyung draws back for now, detangling his hand from where it was
curled in Baekhyun’s and wraps his arm around him, hand resting on the round on
Baekhyun’s ass. Baekhyun gives him a few rapid eyebrow wiggles—“on my ass,
really?”—before he turns them to face Suho.
“Congratulations! You really deserved it. You made a great album!” Suho as ever
is overly polite, overly formal; Taehyung would be put off if he wasn’t so well
meaning. He returns the compliment, this time more along the lines of an answer
he’d give on camera and not into the shell of Baekhyun’s ear. Suho beams with
the praise and starts talking about how he’s happy their effort is paying off.
It’s not disinterest that has Taehyung distracted but Jungkook who is staring
at Baekhyun’s ass with thinned lips. More accurately, Taehyung realises, he’s
staring at Taehyung’s hand on Baekhyun’s ass.
“Sorry, Suho-hyung, can you give me a second?” Suho nods, eyes following
Taehyung’s to Jungkook just slowly for Jungkook to school his expression into
one of politeness. There’s still something dark and unreadable in his eyes and
it’s hard to ignore the set of his jaw as he gives Suho and Baekhyun a curt
congratulation. Taehyung steps into his space and Jungkook’s eyes flicker to
him, narrowing a fraction.
“What’s wrong with you?” Taehyung asks, resting a hand just above Jungkook’s
hip on the inside of his jacket. Jungkook moves to narrow the space between
them and suddenly the heat radiating onto Taehyung’s hand through Jungkook’s
shirt is uncomfortably hot. Jungkook runs his tongue over his bottom lip and
Taehyung’s eyes can do little else but follow its path. They shut entirely when
Jungkook bites on it, just enough that it makes a pop when he releases it.
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you were planning on running your hands
over my ass for winning, too?” His tone is challenging and his eyes are fierce
as they bore into Taehyung. Jungkook has been teasing him recently: making eye
contact for a moment too long, making sure to change only when Taehyung is in
the room (Taehyung can’t help but stare; Jungkook is all lean muscle in the
loveliest way), skinship that’s just a degree too real. Taehyung still
remembers Jungkook’s breath ghosting over his lips during one of their skits.
They’d done this one before, hell even practiced it in a hotel room a few times
but this time Jungkook had pursed his lips, eyes hooded and dark, and had blown
air right over Taehyung’s bottom lip.
He’d forgotten just how near breaking point he’d been. Winning the award had
been a welcome distraction and pleasure but how could Taehyung forget the image
of Jungkook, trousers half way up his thighs, adjusting his dick quite clearly
for Taehyung’s viewing pleasure? There was no mistaking it had been intentional
because Jungkook’s eyes had never left his—Jungkook had made sure Taehyung’s
had been looking exactly where he’d wanted him to. Normally, Taehyung would be
more reasonable, more open to discussing exactly what was going on between them
but Jungkook had played on his last nerve. Taehyung could be a tease, too.
“I’m sure we could arrange something Jungkookie. There’s just one big
difference between you and Baekhyun.” Taehyung makes sure to enunciate every
word slowly and like a bee to honey Jungkook’s eyes drop to his lips. Jungkook
returns his gaze when Taehyung finishes speaking and he’s a little bit
disgusted with how his skin sears under the smug look on Jungkook’s face.
“Oh? And what might that be, hyung?” The honorific is mocking and Taehyung’s
nostrils flare with his annoyance. The brat really is too much to handle.
Fighting back the urge to shout, Taehyung works his practiced sexy smile onto
his face.
“We didn’t win the daesang but Baekhyun did, and nothing gets me hotter than—”
Maintaining their eye contact, Taehyung slowly runs his finger up the fly of
Jungkook’s trousers making sure to apply the faintest pressure when it traces
over the shaft of Jungkook’s dick. “—upward momentum.”
When Jungkook reels backwards, eyes flashing with hurt, Taehyung knows he’s
done the wrong thing. He’s too busy cursing himself for retaliating against
Jungkook’s brattiness—he’s older and should be dealing with it properly, not
fighting back—that Jungkook has already made his way off of the stage before
Taehyung can call out to him.
“Everything okay, Tae?” Taehyung jolts in surprise. That he’d been chatting to
Baekhyun and Suho has slipped his mind entirely. Neither of them look like they
saw something they shouldn’t have and Taehyung once again curses himself for
losing his cool. There are so many cameras around and he’d just touched
Jungkook’s dick in front of a rather large audience. He’d done it discreetly
but even the smallest gesture gets noticed by someone. “Seems like Jungkook was
in a pretty bad mood, huh?”
“We’re all just a little overworked. Sorry about him.” He’s thankful when they
both wave it off. Everyone in this business has been there and it’s often
easier to forget that than to be sympathetic. He makes his excuses to leave
shortly afterward, needing to fix whatever he’d just caused with Jungkook.
Namjoon, Jin and Jimin are waiting for him when he finally makes his way to
their van.
“We’re going to head out for dinner, you coming?” Namjoon says, giving his
shoulder a squeeze as he approaches.
“Have the others already gone?” Taehyung asks, eyes looking past Namjoon for
their second van.
“Yeah, Jungkook was real tired and worked up so they left a little earlier.”
Taehyung ignores the clench of his chest and instead focuses on lifting his
guilt-heavy legs into the van.
“Can I just head back to the dorm? I’m feeling pretty out of it too.”
“Everything okay?” Jimin breath tickles his neck as he rests his head on
Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Yeah, just tired.” Jimin gives a soft hum in reply before turning to make
conversation with Jin. He thinks they try to bring him into the conversation
once or twice but he’s stopped listening; he can’t pay attention anything other
than Jungkook and the mess he’s probably going home to.
 
-
 
It’s a blessing and a curse that nobody else is at home—the rest of the group
and their staff have gone for their celebratory meal—he’ll get to speak to
Jungkook alone but the memory of how (not) well it had gone last time is
permeating his thoughts.
Taehyung’s heart pounds with each of the steps up to the dorm and by the time
he’s reached their door, pressing in the keycode his throat is dry and he can
feel his underarms getting sweaty. He pushes the door open slowly, trying not
to alert Jungkook to his presence in the hope of catching him unguarded. He
doesn’t get much of a chance though, as Jungkook is in plain sight of him from
the doorway. He’s discarded his jacket, top few buttons of his shirt opened up
just enough that Taehyung can see a sliver of his collarbones. Jungkook spots
him almost instantly and the scoff he makes has Taehyung’s blood running hot.
He takes a moment longer than usual to close the door behind him, taking the
time to gather his composure—he can’t lose his cool again. When he turns
Jungkook is watching him, steely and determined.
“You must have turned Baekhyun out pretty quickly to be back so soon.”
Jungkook’s attempt at nonchalance is spoiled by the reddening of his cheeks and
the flittering of his eyes as he says Baekhyun’s name. “Decided to come play
with me instead?”
“I’m not the one who’s been playing, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, voice as level
as he can manage. He takes his own jacket off, skin too warm when Jungkook’s
eyes trail appreciatively across the expanse of his chest. “You’ve been trying
to get to me for weeks.” Jungkook’s smugness is back and there’s an irrational
part of Taehyung supplying a plethora of mutually pleasurable ways to wipe the
look off of his face. Jungkook takes a step back, eyes drawing themselves down
the line of Taehyung’s body.
“You noticed.”
“You aren’t subtle, Jungkook,” Taehyung counters—a little too sharply if
Jungkook’s grimace is anything to go by.
“You weren’t responding to my less obvious hints, hyung.” Suddenly Jungkook is
less abrasive, shoulders sunken, looking at Taehyung just below his eyes like
he’s too afraid to really look. Taehyung risks a step forward. Jungkook takes
one back.
“What response did you want, Jungkook?” His eyes move down to Taehyung’s lips
and Jungkook takes the time to lick his own, drawing in a measured breath. It’s
shaky and suddenly Jungkook’s face speaks of uncertainty and vulnerability
that’s more characteristic of the Jungkook he’d first met rather than the now
adult in front of him.
“Shit, Tae. I’m scared.” Jungkook exhales, spinning on his feet and crossing
the distance to his bedroom before Taehyung even thinks of following.
“Jungkook, you can’t keep walking away!” Taehyung’s voice is more raised than
he expected. He wills his legs to follow after Jungkook, throwing open the
bedroom door with more force than necessary.
“What am I running away from, hyung?” Taehyung freezes mid-step. Standing
before him is Jungkook but not the Jungkook who he’d just been arguing with. In
front of him is 16 year old Jungkook, wearing knee high socks into white high
tops and an oversized white t-shirt like their debut was just yesterday.
“What the fuck?” he hears himself murmur and Jungkook laughs at his profanity.
His cheeks are chubbier and for the first time in recent memory Jungkook is
looking up at him instead of the other way around.
“I’m surprised too, hyung. You look much sexier in a suit. I guess this is why
I’m here, huh?” Taehyung feels and hears the gasp he makes. He remembers being
16 and thinking like a 16 year old, hell he even remembers Jungkook as a 16
year old but when exactly was Jungkook so forward? Jungkook is watching him
with that look of challenge he’d seen on, well, older Jungkook’s face.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Kookie?” The pet name slips out
naturally. He’d been a Kookie when he was younger as it had worked well with
his cuteness; as Jungkook had aged, getting taller, broader, his face maturing
handsomely it had seemed ill-fitting. Unnatural. The Kookie in front of him
rolls his eyes at it though and Taehyung wonders if that had always been the
case and he just hadn’t noticed.
“Well, hyung, I was in the dorm and you’d just gotten out of the shower,”
Kookie says, stepping right up close to Taehyung. “I’ve always thought you look
good with wet hair. It looks sexy.” There’s a lump forming in Taehyung’s throat
and the barely concealed hunger in Kookie’s eyes is making Taehyung feel more
than a little helpless. He lifts a hand to Taehyung’s arm, making a pleased hum
when he squeezes the curve of his bicep.
“Hyung, I wonder if you know how much I think about touching you?” The shock of
the words has Taehyung’s hand shooting out, yanking Kookie’s hand above his
head. Instead of dejected, his eyes are glossy and he’s pinned his bottom lip
between his teeth. “That’s what I was thinking about, hyung, touching you. And
then suddenly I was here.”
Taehyung pushes him away to create much needed space. There’s an uncomfortable
heat wracking his body and it feels so wrong. He won’t deny he’s attracted to
Jungkook but this? This is Kookie, his cute dongsaeng who he teased for his
chubby cheeks, for being too shy to speak to his classmates at school.
“I can’t believe this,” is all Taehyung can muster. He runs a hand through his
hair and brushes past Jungkook to sit on his bed. He realises his mistake
immediately as Kookie has nothing short of pounced on him, knocking him back
and straddling his hips. Taehyung’s hands shoot out to try and steady him on
instinct, finding their way to Kookie’s thighs. A soft gasp has Taehyung notice
his hands have slipped past the material of Kookie’s shorts, forced up to the
top of the smooth skin of his thighs. Kookie’s smile is teasing, eyes playful
as he pins Taehyung down by his shoulders.
“You watch me too, you know,” he says, searching Taehyung’s face for something.
The back of his neck is hot, as hot as the softness of Kookie’s thighs
that—despite Taehyung’s grip—have tightened their hold around Taehyung’s waist.
“You watch me changing, watch me practice, watch me when I leave the shower.”
There’s a throbbing in Taehyung’s head as his mind tries to make sense of his
memories of Kookie and what Kookie himself is saying.
“I’ve always wondered if you wanted to touch me too.” His breath is ghosting
over Taehyung’s lips and instinctively Taehyung darts his tongue out to wet
them. Kookie moves toward him in what feels like slow motion, nose bumping
roughly into his and his uncertainty has him frozen in place as the kiss draws
ever nearer.
It never happens, though, as suddenly the weight of Kookie has been lifted off
of him. When he scans the room he instead finds Jungkook, the right Jungkook,
staring right at him. He’s out of breath, his eyes so blown that Taehyung’s
arousal flares. There’s no uncertainty now; he might not have looked at Kookie
in that way but Taehyung knows within himself that there’s a very certain
reason he’d watch Jungkook change.
If Kookie was a playful cub, eager to play with his toys, then Jungkook is a
tiger, slowly and confidently stalking toward his prey. Taehyung’s throat is
too dry to speak and he scurries back, head hitting against the wall of the
room as he corners himself.
“I didn’t think this is how it’d turn out.” He sounds displeased and Taehyung’s
first instinct is to embrace him and mumble something stupid to distract him.
He fights that urge when his mind wraps itself around what Jungkook said. How
it’d turn out? Jungkook had been expecting this.
“H-hey! Stop it—stop whatever this is.” Taehyung can’t help the panic in his
voice. Jungkook softens for a moment beforethat predatory determination is
back. He’s climbed onto the bed now, on his hands and knees and it takes just
seconds before he’s hovering over Taehyung, breath coming out ragged.
“I know how this goes. I could never forget how this happened.” He pulls
Taehyung’s body from against the wall, moving him so he’s in the middle of the
bed. Taehyung’s instinct sets in then and his body resists of its own accord,
trying to escape Jungkook. It isn’t enough. Whatever Jungkook’s been doing at
the gym is paying off because his body is firm and unmoving as it holds
Taehyung in place. His face is less firm, though, his eyes are almost pleading.
“I’m sorry, hyung.”
Jungkook’s body presses down on his and in the following instant he’s kissing
Taehyung, lips slow and gentle over his own. Jungkook bites his lip and
Taehyung gasps, his lungs burn for air but Jungkook doesn’t let him have it.
His mouth claims Taehyung’s own and he lets out a muffled groan when Taehyung
doesn’t fight the tongue slipping into his mouth.
It’s too much stimulation between Jungkook’s hands over his body and his mouth
is sinful as it breaks away from Taehyung’s lips to kiss along his jaw. He
isn’t aware of Jungkook undoing the buttons of his shirt until he’s pulling it
out of Taehyung’s trousers and cool air is rushing over the heated skin of his
torso.
He needs answers, needs to have some understand of what’s going on but any
question, any simple utterance trying to escape him is stopped dead when
Jungkook’s mouth hovers over his nipple, tongue pressing down firmly as
Jungkook draws it into his mouth. He twists the other and Taehyung hisses
Jungkook’s name, not sure if it’s praise or warning.
“Sounds so fuckin’ good when you say my name,” Jungkook drawls, mouth too busy
travelling Taehyung’s body to sound his words out clearly. Taehyung flushes but
he figures he’s already red enough in the face if the heat of his body is
anything to go by. His erection strains against the crotch of his trousers and
Jungkook’s mouth is dipping lower and lower. When Taehyung looks to see just
how little time he has to spare Jungkook is watching him. His pupils are
dilated and his mouth is a shade of teased pink that Taehyung’s mind declares
fuckable with far too much enthusiasm. Jungkook picks his head back up, sucking
a spot at Taehyung’s clavicle before taking his mouth again.
“God I want you so badly,” Jungkook sighs, pressing closed mouth kisses to
Taehyung’s lips like little promises.
“I think you’re pretty close to having me.” It’s true. Taehyung can’t deny his
mind-set right now is touch first talk later, especially when Jungkook is
grinding the curve of his ass against the length of Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung
is too taken in by the plush shape of Jungkook’s thighs to notice his first
hand being tied to the bed. It’s with one of his ties kept from the I need U
era that is a damn lot stronger than it looks, given that Taehyung can’t break
out of it. “Jungkook, what?”
“This is how it was.” He kisses Taehyung and it’s filthy; Taehyung isn’t a
submissive person but his mouth turns pliant when Jungkook uses one hand to
steady his jaw and the other to yank his head back to kiss him even more
deeply. The wet sound of their mouths has Taehyung’s hips bucking, so turned on
that when Jungkook moves to tie up his second hand he helps by holding it in
place.
“I don’t care anymore, Kook.” Taehyung’s voice sounds wrecked and from the
appreciative groan Jungkook makes as his eyes sweep over him he thinks he must
look it too.
“Why don’t you care, hyung?” Jungkook’s hands are at the zip of his trousers
now and Taehyung cries out when the zip travels down over the head and shaft of
his cock. “Fuck. Look at you.” His voice is thick and so, so fond.
“If this is what you want—what you remember—then have it.” Jungkook has stopped
moving and he’s looking directly at Taehyung with his full attention. “I only
want you. So we’ll work it out later, right?”
He’s speaking almost thoughtlessly but Taehyung knows that he means it.
Jungkook must realise it too, because his cheeks are pink and he’s grinning
into Taehyung’s underwear, unable to make eye-contact.
“One thing, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s ears peak up and the fucker grins as he
slowly pulls down Taehyung’s underwear.
“What is it, hyung?” Taehyung’s dick makes a pleasant thud as it slaps back
against his stomach, freed. Jungkook gives a soft squeeze, applying pressure to
the tip that has Taehyung’s toes curling into the sheets.
“This better be the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Jungkook’s head snaps up to meet
his eyes. He looks up for a moment, making a brief hum as he makes a show of
considering his thoughts. His grin is utterly sadistic when he finally looks
back to Taehyung and his dick strains with need.
“The way I see it, hyung, you’ve got a two for one special. If you don’t like
round one, make sure to let me know and like you said,” he says leaning into
the space between Taehyung’s thighs as he speaks and when he stops, eyes on
Taehyung’s dick before he licks a soft stripe from balls to shaft, Taehyung
cries his name, his voice breaking on the second syllable. “We can work it out
later, right?”
Jungkook slowly pushes himself up and catches Taehyung’s mouth in a languid
kiss, his tongue teasing itself into Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung adjusts the
angle of his head so he can kiss back deeper, satiating his hunger for
Jungkook. The pace becomes more frantic, Taehyung is panting a little now and
he can feel pre-come dripping onto his navel from how turned on he is. Jungkook
hums one last time into his mouth and then he’s gone, the missing weight and
heat of his body leaves Taehyung cold and exposed.
He isn’t cold for long, though, as he hears a sharp intake of breath that’s so
familiar that Taehyung jerks up. Kookie’s back, filling up the bedroom doorway
with his shorter frame, and he’s staring at Taehyung with a mixture of awe and
need that has Taehyung’s skin flaring up.
“He tied you up for me,” Kookie whispers. His eyes lose focus as they travel
the length of Taehyung’s body. They come back into focus as they stop on his
cock and Kookie darts a tongue out to wet his lips. He’s slowly making his way
toward Taehyung and with each step Taehyung’s pulse throbs harder.
“You tied me up for you.” He smiles a little at that and meets Taehyung’s eyes.
He stops at the edge of the bed and for a long moment they just look at each
other.
“I guess I really do know what’s best for me then, huh, hyung?” Taehyung laughs
despite himself and Kookie’s eyes burst with delight. “I’ve been a little bit
bad, hyung.” Taehyung can feel his eyebrows shoot up into his forehead.
“What have you done, Kookie?” He gives an almost bashful smile in reply to
Taehyung’s question and Taehyung can tell he’s uncertain. Despite the bravado,
Kookie is still just a teenager. He steps up onto the bed, Taehyung takes a
second to notice that Kookie’s shoes are missing. Then he shimmies and
Taehyung’s head snaps up to find Kookie working his shorts down narrow hips and
over the curve of his thighs before they pool at his heels.
“When I got here the first time, it’s because I wanted you so much, right? So I
figured the same thing would work again.” He brandishes a bottle and Taehyung’s
body reacts in the same instant as his mind, with a gasp and his dick throbbing
as he recognises the word lubein sleek lettering. “I bought this the other day
and I, ah, touched myself thinking about you fucking me, hyung.” Taehyung’s
pulse throbs in his ear as Kookie steps over him, squatting down to reveal his
own erection.
“How can you say things like—fuck!” Taehyung’s sentence is interrupted when
Kookie pushes himself down on Taehyung’s dick, throwing his neck back with a
long drawn out whine.
“Fuck, hyung, you feel good.” Taehyung’s throat is too dry to reply so he
instead focuses his mind on how tight Kookie is around him. He’s well prepped,
too—Taehyung’s skin tingles at the thought of Kookie fingering himself as he
fantasized about them doing exactly this. Kookie still has his socks and t-
shirt on and Taehyung can’t help but think it’s strangely modest for someone as
eager as Kookie has been.
“Kookie, are you okay?” He’s been still for a while and belatedly Taehyung
realises this is Kookie’s first time. His hands aching to comfort Kookie, he
strains against the bindings around his wrists but Jungkook has always made
sure to do things to the best of his ability. Kookie grins at his futility,
reaching up one of his hands to tangle it in Taehyung’s fingers.
“I’m good, Tae.” He’s about to argue the pet name when Kookie kisses him, soft
and lazy. He raises his hips as he moves in for a second kiss and they hiss in
unison. The feeling of Kookie around his cock is beyond imagining and Taehyung
resists the urge to buck wildly and pound into him. It’s hard to keep kissing
with Kookie riding him, even harder when he’s tied against the headboard but
Kookie doesn’t seem to mind, mouth wide open as he chants Taehyung’s name in
time with each beat of their rhythm.
Kookie’s hair is plastered to his face with sweat and there are even beads
running down the toned expanse of his thighs that Taehyung is desperate to lick
away. Now more than ever he’s frustrated with the lack of control in this
situation. He wants nothing more than to pin Kookie down and fuck him until his
thighs shake, hit it just right that he needs to bite down on the sheets to
quiet himself.
“Kookie, you’re so fucking beautiful.” The words leave his mouth without
meaning to and Kookie seems similarly surprised, cheeks flaring red. He locks
eyes with Taehyung again, fucking down on his cock with more purpose, more
drive than before. It wracks Taehyung’s body with pleasure and he can feel the
curl of his toes as Kookie brings him closer and closer to orgasm.
“God, Tae, I’m so close.” Taehyung bucks up in retaliation for that.
“I’m. Your. Hyung.” He emphasises each word by slamming his hips up against
Kookie whose eyes roll back with each one.
“Hyung, you’re so fucking good.” Taehyung is appeased but doesn’t stop fucking
Kookie even when the boy is writhing, fingers scratching into the skin on
Taehyung’s stomach. “I’m gonna, fuck, keep going, hyung.” Taehyung isn’t sure
if he’ll ever be able to hear the word hyung the same way again with how Kookie
is breathily moaning it as he comes undone.
He shoots all over the taut skin of Taehyung’s stomach a few seconds later and
Taehyung is only a few sharp thrust behind before he’s coming in Kookie’s ass.
“Thank you.” Kookie kisses him weakly, exhaustion taking over his body as he
drapes himself on top of Taehyung. Taehyung closes his eyes, enjoying the
softness and warmth emanating from Kookie’s cotton t-shirt.
“Could you at least undo those bindings before you knock out, brat?” Taehyung
shoves him with his shoulder and he can feel Kookie’s silent chuckles shaking
his body.
“Oh no, we still need those.” But it isn’t Kookie who replies, this time it’s
Jungkook. Which should be impossible since Kookie is still slumped on top of
him. When he opens his eyes, however, he sees Jungkook looking at him from the
foot of the bed with a smug grin plastered on his handsome features. Any
surprise Kookie had to see his older counterpart gets quickly replaced with
that same smug grin as the realisation dawns on the three of them—both
Jungkooks are here and Taehyung is still tied up, powerless to resist them.
Oh shit.
End Notes
     This is the first thing I've written in about three years so I'm a
     little rusty. Regardless, I hope this was enjoyable for you. A big
     thanks to L for retroactively betaing this for me.
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